The Height of the Ridiculous and Old Ironsides

奧’弗’溫’爾’’’斯(1809－1894)’個’’’’’個著’’詩’’’’’’’散文’’醫生’醫學’’Ⅸ’’曾’’’’學攻讀’’’’改學醫’’’1836’獲’學’’’’’醫’’’當解剖學教授’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’醫學’當’’’’’’’不’’’’最’’’還’’’’’’’’’僅’’’歲’’’’’’’老’壁’’’’贏’’國’’’’’’’’斯’報’’’’’部’劃’毀戰艦“憲章號”’’’’’爲它太舊’’不’’’’’用’’’’忙’’’’’’’’’’首詩投’’’’’’報’’引’’國’情’情’’’部’驚’不’’’’’’毀舊艦’’’’’’斯’成’’嶄’’角’詩’’’’謬之極’’’老’壁’都’’’’1830’’

’謬之極

有’次我心情極’
’’’’詩’
’爲’們照’’說
它們’極’’

’’’詩太’’’’’’’’’
我’’都’’’’’
雖’’’’說’
我還’個’腦’醒’’’

我’’我’僕’’
    ’’’太’’’
’個’’’壯’’’
    ’’照’我’樣’’高個’
我喊’’“把’’’詩選’排’”’
    而’’我’’’’’
補’說(’’’個’’)’
    “’有’鬼’’’錢’”

’’走’’’我’察著’
    ’見’’裏偷’’
’’第’’’
    ’’’’’’’’
’’’第’’’’’裂’’’
    而’裂’’’’’’
’’’第’’’
    我’’聽’’’’’’’

’’第’’’’’’’’’’’
’’第五’’’’裂’’’’’
’’第六’’’’掉五顆’扣’
而’’’’倒’’’

’天’’我’’眼’
’’著那個’憐’’
’’我’’不敢盡情’
’麽’’有趣’詩’

老’壁

啊’撕’’’爛’國’’
    它’高高飄揚’’’’
’’’都’’
    那面’’天’飄揚’
’’曾’’戰鬥’’喊’
    ’’’’’’’’’’’
’’’’’’’
    ’不’掃’雲’’
’’甲’曾爲’雄’’’’’’
    ’’’’敵’曾’那’跪’’
當風’’’’’濤’
    ’’翻’白’’’’
’’’覺不’勝’’’’’’
    ’’’’’’’’’’跪’’’’’’’
’邊’魚’’’
    ’’’雄’’動攻擊’

’’’’爛’’船
    最’’’’’’
’’鳴’巨’’撼’巨’’’’’
    ’’’墓應該’那裏’
’’那面’’’’’’’’
    ’’’面’舊’’都升’’
把’交給風暴之’’
    交給’’’’’’

’

The Height of the Ridiculous

I wrote some lines once on a time

In wondrous merry mood,

And thought, as usual, men would say

They were exceeding good.

They were so queer, so very queer,

I laughed as I would die;

Albeit, in the general way,

A sober man am I.

I called my servant, and he came;

How kind it was of him

To mind a slender man like me,

He of the mighty limb!

"These to the printer," I exclaimed,

And, in my humorous way,

I added (as a trifling jest),

"There'll be the devil to pay."

He took the paper, and I watched,

And saw him peep within;

At the first line he read, his face

Was all upon the grin.

He read the next; the grin grew broad,

And shot from ear to ear;

He read the third; a chuckling noise

I now began to hear.

The fourth: he broke into a roar;

The fifth; his waistband split;

The sixth; he burst five buttons off,

And tumbled in a fit.

Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye

I watched that wretched man,

And since, I never dare to write

As funny as I can.

Old Ironsides

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!

Long has it waved on high,

And many an eye has danced to see

That banner in the sky;

Beneath it rung the battle shout,

And burst the cannon's roar;--

The meteor of the ocean air

Shall sweep the clouds no more.

Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,

Where knelt the vanquished foe,

When winds were hurrying o'er the flood,

And weaves were white below,

No more shall feel the victor's tread,

Or know the conquered knee;--

The harpies of the shore shall pluck

The eagle of the sea!

Oh, better that her shattered hulk

Should sink beneath the wave;

Her thunders shook the mighty deep,

And there should be her grave;

Nail to the mast her holy flag,

Set every threadbare sail,

And give her to the god of storms,

The lightning and the gale!

’’謬之極’’’老’壁’ The Height of the Ridiculous and Old Ironsides

’’謬之極’’’老’壁’
The Height of the Ridiculous and Old Ironsides